My wish for me in 2011 is a big fat bank account and a slim body.
Please, don't mix these two up like you did last year.
Thank you,
me
Meet Me in Montenegro (2015)
10 years ago
Monday, January 17, 2011
My wish for 2011.....
Dear Wishing Well:
My wish for me in 2011 is a big fat bank account and a slim body.
Please, don't mix these two up like you did last year.
Thank you,
me
My wish for me in 2011 is a big fat bank account and a slim body.
Please, don't mix these two up like you did last year.
Thank you,
me
Monday, January 10, 2011
Hibernating......
The most bizarre thing happened to me today, so I think it may be a sign that I should start hibernating since I'm not functioning very well......
About 4pm today, I was talking to Rebecca in her room when she pulled a sock out from the bottom of my shirt. This said shirt had been hanging in my closet for a few days and then hanging on my body since I put it on this morning. Why didn't I notice that sock there? Where did it come from? How could a sane woman have managed to go all day (or almost) with a sock inside her shirt and not notice??
A sane woman would have noticed. I didn't notice the sock. Therefore, based on what little I can remember from Philosophy 101, I am not sane. I should hibernate to save my family and myself from any acts of dysfunction that might occur and humiliate us all (imagine if I'd gone shopping today!!).
In honor of my hibernation period, I thought I'd share this wonderful email I received from a friend. It fits!
GONNA BE A BEAR
In this life I'm a woman. In my next life I would like to come back as a bear. When you are a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!!!
About 4pm today, I was talking to Rebecca in her room when she pulled a sock out from the bottom of my shirt. This said shirt had been hanging in my closet for a few days and then hanging on my body since I put it on this morning. Why didn't I notice that sock there? Where did it come from? How could a sane woman have managed to go all day (or almost) with a sock inside her shirt and not notice??
A sane woman would have noticed. I didn't notice the sock. Therefore, based on what little I can remember from Philosophy 101, I am not sane. I should hibernate to save my family and myself from any acts of dysfunction that might occur and humiliate us all (imagine if I'd gone shopping today!!).
In honor of my hibernation period, I thought I'd share this wonderful email I received from a friend. It fits!
In this life I'm a woman. In my next life I would like to come back as a bear. When you are a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months. I could deal with that.
Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that, too.
When you're a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.
If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them, too. I could deal with that.
If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.
Yup, gonna be a bear!!!
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